Long Time No Post

I'm not really sure what my problem is. I used to write during my lunch ever day. 1 hour to write something slightly crazy, bad, or weird. Easy. But my resolve to write during lunch at work has kind of disappeared. Is it the new position at work? The fact that my internet at home sucks? My addiction to Facebook games? Or just the fact that I've hit a big wall when it comes to writing?

Correct answer? All of the Above and probably all the lame excuses I could have added to the other lame excuses I normally use.

Of course I was home (parents house) the last week (just got back in the city yesterday). And I've realized that I'm very glad to be back in the city. Home serves as a kind of re-boot for me. I'm not sure if it is the crazy family, the weird situations I always get thrown into, or just the home cooking (probably the home cooking). I come back into the city from being home and suddenly my brain just seems to be back on track. Writing? Check. Crazy? Check. Good Sense of Humor? Check. Rested? Maybe...

Home means a lot of things to me. And the definition has changed since the end of college (a lot). The fact that I now call Philly and my Parents House, home, is confusing. The fact that Philly feels more like home sometimes is surprising. The cliche is 'home is where the heart is'. The problem is that my heart is split between the house I grew up in (where my family is) and Philadelphia.

I'll write more about my crazy adventures during my vacation (including a trebuchet, running, beer, and repairing the damage created by rodents in my sisters car) tomorrow. But right now I'm thinking about my two homes and my need to write more. When I'm traveling to my Parent's I want to be at my Parents, when I'm traveling to Philly I want to be in Philly. If only I could be in two places at once, maybe that's a good start of a story?...